Brokeback

Cunning, as if to escape..
The sharp eyes of the world.

A love hidden.

Golf games are all there is...
They witnessed his sweet surrender.

Brokeback.

But as younger heart..
Sought the elder's defenses...
All desire is lost.

And gone.

And overturned.

The loser is out in the open
Seeking refuge in the blessed.

But no amount of guilt and pleasure
Can erase the memory.

Of golf balls. And golf games.